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 Wade was silent as they were jounced and rattled back toward the hotel. But Dave soon recovered his equanimity and talked for two.

"Did you see that gal, Wade?" he asked. "Wa'n't she a peach?"

"Yes," said Wade.

"She sure was, boy, they certainly do grow 'em good-lookin' in this town. I've seen—" He broke off abruptly and half sprang to his feet. "Jumpin'—Missed him, by God!" He sank back again. "Say, I wouldn't drive one o' these taximobiles for a fortune, Wade! I reckon, though, you'd get used to runnin' over folks after awhile. Reckon that feller out there's got more nicks on his gun than the Apache Kid! Dare say he don't eat real hearty when he ain't killed a half-dozen women an' children. Whoa, you—Honest, partner, this gets on my nerves somethin' awful! The way he just don't hit 'em has me beat. He must have driv a fire-engine 'fore he got this thing. Why, say, boy, I was in a bucket